I am your natural enemy

The next day, at dawn, Wen Yan felt a little tired even with the special effects of "Liver Emperor". He lay on a chair and slept soundly as the ship's hull rocked slightly.

On the several decks of the Dahlia, there were densely packed seven or eight thousand resentful souls.

Counting the first visited island, I have only visited three islands.

And these are just the people who were killed by the magicians as consumables, and they must not have been dead for too long.

Just like those dead souls on the first island, even the souls that have not yet dissipated have their souls riddled with holes.

They had been dead for so long that their souls were long gone and consumed as consumables.

From what Wen Yan has seen and heard in the past few days, there are also people from Nanyang among the water ghosts.

They have been brainwashed for so long that their perceptions and thoughts are as if they have been stamped with ideological stamps.

Wen Yan had talked with several water ghosts on the sunken ship. They generally felt that those who were killed by the magician were seeking revenge from "Party A" who entrusted the magician, and that the magician was just a tool.

Sometimes, people who have been harmed by a magician will want to pay a huge price to let the magician kill "Party A".

Even in this environment, those dead souls whose souls were riddled with holes still sought revenge from the magician.

Wen Yan didn't need to understand too deeply to imagine how much torture they had suffered before they began to change their deep-rooted thoughts.

Some of the dead souls had offended people and were killed. After they were summoned, they also wanted to seek revenge on the people who had entrusted the magicians.

But some, as soon as they came out, they saw their former enemies among the dead souls.

There were also some who followed them to another island and saw the souls of their former enemies becoming riddled with holes and emerging from the ground.

The result of such a magical scene was that Wen Yan didn't need to worry about anything or say anything, and the goals of all the dead souls began to become more and more unified.

The number of dead souls is increasing, and the resentment is getting stronger and stronger, but the difficulty of management has begun to plummet.

Weird but very reasonable.

There were black clouds in the sky, but not a drop of rain fell. Around the Dahlia, the fog was thick, the wind was blowing, and a large number of resentful souls were standing quietly on the deck.

Wen Yan, the only living person, was lying on the deck, sleeping soundly.

With his rhythmic breathing, the soft yang energy, guided by a special force, spread slowly like sunlight.

All the souls who were illuminated seemed to have been actively blessed with yang energy by Wen Yan. In this case, they did not have to worry about being hurt by Wen Yan's too strong yang energy.

They kept silent in a tacit agreement, watching and waiting quietly.

The scene seemed to have a slightly odd harmony.

On the bridge, Fu Zhi was sailing the ship. He looked at this unprecedented scene before him and unconsciously showed a smile.

Wen Yan is different from the Thirteenth Patriarch of Fuyu, and he is different from the Sixteenth Patriarch, completely different.

There was a lot less pressure, but it made him feel very comfortable.

Sometimes he would ask some seemingly stupid questions. For example, when Wen Yan had some free time on the road, he would ask him about the heresy and the autopsy.

If others asked, Fu Shi might think that this person was mentally ill or had bad intentions.

But when Wen Yan asked, he would only think that Wen Yan was just out of curiosity and had no malicious intent.

Fu Shi thought for a while, took out his cell phone, and with some inexperience, took a photo at the window.

When the Thirteenth Patriarch of Buyeo was around, it was unlikely that such a scene would have occurred.

Just when the wind was blowing and resentment was boiling on board the Dahlia, the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

Other places in Nanyang are not so harmonious.

When the number of dead souls increased to seven or eight thousand on the first day, too many people couldn't sit still.

If it were just the Dahlia, just a revenant, the people in Nanyang would have used other means long ago, and they would probably sink the Dahlia first.

After all, those souls all died on land, and the gap between sea and land is very large.

Maybe, maybe, there is a chance that these dead souls will sink into the sea and never land again.

But the enthusiastic Wen Yan is on board.

The South China Sea Fleet went all the way south, stopping and stopping. It was a coincidence that this route kept it within a hundred nautical miles of the Dahlia.

There are even unmanned reconnaissance aircraft "monitoring" the Dahlia.

In this case, whoever dares to touch the Dahlia can't guarantee whether something unexpected will happen.

For example, some people in Nanyang feel that if they dare to be reckless, then the unmanned reconnaissance drone "monitoring" the Dahlia will definitely perform a zero-point dive on the spot because of being "attacked".

In addition, the bloody forest could not be covered up at all. It only took one day to make a fuss. In the era of per capita self-media, it is impossible to cover up this kind of thing once the lid is lifted.

Therefore, compared with the calmness on the Dahlia, many places in Nanyang seem a bit lively.

Some Taoist masters have long been unhappy with those magicians, but in the past, these magicians were the black gloves of some rich and powerful people. When there was no direct conflict, they would sacrifice their lives to fight for others. It’s really not worthwhile.

But now, if someone invites them, what else is there to say?

Go and fight those thousands of resentful dead souls. Whether they can beat them or not, they don't dare to go.

But if you ask them to do things like magicians and head-destroying masters, well, well, Taoist Master will also fight against injustice today.

Living in a modern society, even the local law enforcement agency has not filed a case. You stinking Taoist priest, why should you risk your life? The first person you encounter when you go there may be someone in uniform.

Therefore, there has always been no conflict between wells and rivers, and there have been few conflicts.

Those warlocks are actually very strict when selecting their targets.

Those who are forced to have no other way out and are willing to trade one life for another to find a magician must have little background, little money, and even their neighbors are not powerful people.

This Taoist priest, who has a serious teacher, is quite polite in his words.

There are also some people who are collectively called Nan Mo Lao. They are actually folk Taoist priests or wild monks, or people who have no serious disciples. They usually show people Feng Shui and perform funeral rituals.

These people are numerous in number, have complex origins, and have learned a variety of things, from the number of the six gods to the number of the Ziwei Dou, from touching the bones and clipping the eight characters, to calling the souls in the first seven days of the meal and the last seven, from exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts, to asking for rice, beating villains, and worshiping stoves. Jun, Jie Jiangtou, wait...

Anyway, they are mainly for the private sector, and their main focus is practicality. They have everything, and each one is good at something different.

It's not a strange thing to take out an ak from your Taoist robe when you go out to fight with evil spirits.

The ones that ordinary people come into contact with the most are actually Nan Mo Lao.

Zhang Laoxi of Fuyu Mountain used to make a living as a Nanmo Lao. However, he had a serious teacher and had the opportunity to teach. His style of conduct was more refined than the average Nanmo Lao.

This is an extremely large group, and there are some who are upright, and some who rely on tricks to deceive others.

It's just that in China, there is the Lieyang Department. The kind of professional liar who raises a kid to go to other people's homes to cause trouble, then pretends to be pretentious, and by chance is invited back by the master's family to catch the kid, has been dealt with several times.

Now everyone in China knows that the risks of doing this are extremely high, and the benefits are not proportional to the risks.

On the other hand, here in Nanyang, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, and everyone is there.

Compared with those magicians, the professional liars here are considered to be soft-hearted.

Now that there are words from above, everyone is pushing against the wall, and everyone wants to come and deal with these magicians.

The collapse of these magicians means that for some people in Nanyang, an ecological niche has been vacated.

Ever since, things have become that some people want to vent their anger, some people want to take the opportunity to retaliate, and some people are doing it for profit.

Those wild magicians in the past suddenly became street rats.

Next to a winding mountain road in the west, Yan Zhikong stood on the roadside. He first looked at the compass in his hand, and then looked ahead in the direction pointed by the compass.

There was black smoke rising from a building there, and gunshots could be heard constantly. In his eyes, he could still see the gloomy air there, and the evil aura was constantly fluctuating.

Yan Zhikong put away the compass, turned around and got into the car.

"Master, let's go."

"Aren't you going?"

"No need to go, it's already over there."

Just by observing his Qi, he could roughly determine that his target had been defeated and probably captured alive. It would not be appropriate for him to snatch someone's head at this time.

The phone vibrated, and Yan Zhikong answered the call. After listening, he sighed.

"It's really outrageous..."

Wen Yan from Fuyu Mountain picked up a boat before he arrived in Nanyang. He originally thought that he was carrying 1,800 water ghosts, which was already outrageous.

Unexpectedly, there are now nearly ten thousand dead souls with soaring resentments and flags of fighting injustice, which has made many people here feel uneasy.

This is already the third time he has encountered it in the past half day.

The first two times he arrived, once the target had been taken away, and the other time had been disabled.

But this time, the target was already kneeling before he even arrived at the scene.

Before coming to Nanyang, what he thought about was to solve it quickly and cut the knot quickly. Firstly, he could go back quickly, and secondly, if it was fast enough, the magician behind might not get the news and wouldn't run away.

He understood what the strategic purpose was this time, so he knew in his heart that it would be impossible to deal with all the magicians on the list in such a large area.

Even if someone is arrogant, it doesn't mean they are stupid, right?

The first one, the second one, may stay there waiting for you to come to your door.

But if you deal with two or three of them neatly, won’t the rest avoid the limelight?

Yan Zhikong knew in his heart that he and Wen Yan could solve at most one-third of the targets on the list, which was already very impressive.

Therefore, from the beginning, he first solved the most suspicious target.

But he didn't expect that Wen Yan would play such a big role. It was obviously a bit of coercion, but he actually carried the flag of anti-injustice in his hands that everyone had to pinch their noses to recognize. The Nanyang Alliance must recognize it. They have to thank you politely later.

Yan Zhikong looked at the newly received news and burst into laughter. This was definitely not the plan of the Lieyang Department. The Lieyang Department was obsessed with stability and could not believe that a warrior could control nearly ten thousand resentful dead souls.

It is impossible for the Lieyang Department to take the initiative to let people do this.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhikong felt a little speechless. He knew the style of conduct that the Lieyang Department had always maintained, and Nanyang must also know it...

Therefore, people here in Nanyang know that this matter cannot be caused by people from China.

It was simply a hole they dug themselves, and now a thunderstorm has struck them.

The more he thought about it, the more strange it seemed to Yan Zhikong. After thinking about it, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to the next stop.

He just went to watch the excitement. In the current situation, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get a head start at all.

On the other side, the Dahlia, which Wen Yan was riding, had gone all the way south to the southern part of the Nanyang Alliance.

He opened his eyes, stretched out, and slept for three hours. It was a comfortable sleep. The surroundings were neither cold nor hot, and there was no sun. The weather seemed to be particularly suitable for sleeping.

Looking around, he looked at the thick yin and fog around him. Oh, no wonder the sun wasn't shining and the weather was dark and suitable for sleeping. He almost forgot.

After looking at the densely packed dead souls on the deck, Wen Yan turned on his mobile phone and took a look at the positioning. The mobile phone's positioning was greatly interfered with and the accuracy dropped a lot, and it could only be accurate to within a few kilometers.

But at sea, this is enough.

He came to the bridge, climbed up and looked into the distance. Suddenly, a sea breeze blew by, and the fog in front of him dispersed slightly. He could already see traces of land. He saw the top of a mountain, revealing the sea level. It should be soon. On to the next target.

At this time, he received several messages in succession on his mobile phone.

Feng Yao told him that there were people from the Nanyang Alliance waiting on the island ahead.

Then the next message was that his phone couldn't be reached because there was too much interference.

Then the other party saw that they had not replied, so he wanted to send the four magicians to the sea first to see if he could think of a way to help prevent the souls from landing on the island.

Wen Yan called Feng Yao back.

"There was a lot of interference just now, what's wrong?"

"They have already solved it themselves, or in other words, they have captured eight evil magicians and head-dropping masters.

There are currently four of them, and they have been delivered to the island in front of you.

Their actual words, well, leave it to the people to judge.

It means that the magician handed it over to the dead souls and asked you to mediate.

The big island in front is the largest island in the local area. The local rich and their industries are all there.

If nearly 10,000 souls came to the island, the local tourism industry would collapse immediately. "

"Uh, is this what they are considering now?" Wen Yan felt a little incredible.

"I don't understand either."

"I can't control these dead souls. They are out for revenge. How can I be so shameless? If you keep pushing, I will leave now."

"I just transferred the message, I brought it to you, and the rest has nothing to do with me.

In addition, didn't you want to check which industries and companies in Nanyang have suddenly started to experience a decline in profits recently?

According to the time you mentioned, I found one of them.

Among them is a group that specializes in agricultural products. This company's industry is mainly located on the big island in front of you.

Originally, the weather this year was bad and the climate was changeable. It was a small year, so it was normal for the company to experience a decline.

But on our side, through their complex shareholdings and cross-shareholdings, we have determined that this company may be closely related to another local mining company.

The mining company also began to see a decline in profits and revenue.

Do you still remember what I told you, there is a person from Nanyang who wants to invest in Nanwu County?

The group this person represents is also connected to the people behind this mining company.

Their shareholding structure is too complicated, and they are constantly nesting dolls. What can be determined now is only the real controller, not the people and companies that can be traced.

In addition to the Garry Island in front of you, there are three Nanyang Alliance member states, and the territory is even more complicated.

This may be a little different from our previous inference.

The pawn shop may prefer industry..."

"Oh, I got it."

"Huh?" Feng Yao was a little surprised: "What do you know?"

"Many of the properties that the pawn shop secretly controls are right above. Go up there and take a walk."

Feng Yao held it in for a long time, unable to find any fault.

"It's up to you……"

Wen Yan hung up the phone and looked at the island in the distance. This was the largest island he had ever passed. It looked no different from the mainland.

When looking towards both sides, you can't even see how far the two sides extend to the limit of your eyesight.

After looking at the location on my phone, I found that when I got here, I basically left the territory of China completely.

The lighthouse in the distance shone brightly, and the Dahlia slowly approached the port. After it came to a stop, the densely packed dead souls on the deck began to land on the island on their own.

At the port here, there were basically no people to be seen, only a few warlocks who were tied into rice dumplings and looked seriously injured were thrown on the dock.

There was a magician who was seeing more air coming out and less air coming in. He was obviously treated and some other means were used to force him to survive.

A large number of dead souls rushed down the Dahlia, and just when several magicians were about to be torn apart, the soul of the first child pulled out of the pit by Wen Yan floated down.

The deceased child's body was riddled with holes, and his right arm was also in the shape of a skeleton. There was always confusion in his eyes. Now, when he saw one of the magicians, the confusion became even more intense.

He squatted in front of the magician, raising his head slightly, with a hint of pleading in his puzzled eyes.

The magician who was tied into a rice dumpling, his body was like a sieve of chaff, shaking non-stop, whining and wanting to say something, but couldn't.

Wen Yan stepped off the boat and asked.

"do you know it?"

The child's ghost didn't answer. He just looked at the magician with puzzled eyes and asked a question repeatedly.

A deceased soul who was conscious and understood Chinese dialect came to Wen Yan and translated for Wen Yan with complicated eyes.

"He was asking the warlock why he was so obedient and felt uncomfortable being buried underground without struggling.

It took him three days to die. Why didn't his mother wake up again?

Those magicians told him that as long as he obeyed and did what he said, his wish would come true.

He didn't understand why his mother still didn't wake up even though he had exchanged one life for another.

He promised his sister that his mother would come home. "

Wen Yan's face was as dark as water. He remembered that when he picked up the dead child's soul, the small skeleton was held in the arms of a larger one.

At that time, only the right arm of the small skeleton was left outside.

Now, the image of the deceased child's right arm has also turned into a skeleton. Although the rest of the body is riddled with holes, it is generally intact.

Moreover, all the dead souls there were pulled out at that time, but there was no dead soul in the big skeleton behind the child's dead soul.

This meant that the dead soul of the big skeleton had long since dissipated. It was not until Wen Yan stretched out his hand that the skeleton took the initiative to let go.

Wen Yan stepped forward and touched the child's head.

"He lied to you from the beginning, and there's no coming back."

The deceased child held his head high. He understood Wen Yan's words, and the confusion in his eyes turned into loss. He squatted on the ground, lowered his head, and finally cried.

"Did I not do well enough?"

Wen Yan picked up the dead child and touched his head.

"No, you did your best."

Wen Yan glanced at the magician who fell on the ground, pulled the child's soul and walked towards the island.

Looking at it one more time, he felt that he couldn't bear it any longer. If he died in his own hands, this would be a cheap thing, so he might as well leave it to the dead souls.

He used to think that eating the defendant and the plaintiff was already the limit. Unexpectedly, he greatly underestimated the lower limit of these guys, who would even deceive children.

Inexplicably, for the first time, Wen Yan felt that he was a little soft.

Wen Yan took the dead child and walked out not far away when he saw a fat young Taoist priest with a bun and glasses standing on the side of the road.

"Laojun Mountain, Yan Zhikong, I met fellow Daoist Wen."

"Fuyu Mountain, gentle words."

The two of them greeted each other. Not far behind Wen Yan, the souls of the dead were howling, and the wailing of the magician could be heard endlessly.

Yan Zhikong chanted the holy name softly, as if he couldn't bear it.

"Brother, this is not like you before. You were very fast before."

"No, sending the enemy to death quickly is mercy, torture is not."

"You think this is wrong?"

"Personally, I think those magicians should be sent to heaven simply and neatly.

But I also feel like it doesn’t matter how I feel.

How those dead souls feel is more important.

My master said, if you advise people to be generous, they will be struck by lightning.

When I see chickens and sheep being slaughtered, I can’t bear it. It’s just human nature.

I can't bear it, it's my business, it has nothing to do with others, and I won't dissuade them.

After all, even if such villains fall into my hands, their souls will be shattered and their bones will be shattered into ashes. "

After Wen Yan thought about Yan Zhikong's slightly contradictory words at first, he cupped his hands and said.

"Brother is sincere and transparent."

"Fellow Taoist, do whatever you want, I'm just watching."

"Okay, let's talk later."

Wen Yan held the crying little soul and waited quietly.

Until now, the little dead soul has no resentment in him. He still doesn't understand why he didn't succeed, and he doesn't understand why people can't be resurrected after death.

At least, with the level of these magicians, they definitely cannot do this.

Wen Yan just told him the facts and didn't preach anything. Now he wants to make a fuss more and more.

Nowadays, some people dare to send messy things to China, whether they are humans or dogs, and they dare to stretch their paws to Nanwu County where he lives. He doesn't dare to think about what will happen in the future.

A moment later, a large number of dead souls entered the island together, moving slowly like a thick black cloud under the night.

After a large number of dead souls had left, Yan Zhikong came to the pier, looked at the several corpses on the ground, recited two sacred chants, and then flicked his wrist, and the yellow talisman held between his fingertips spontaneously ignited without fire.

The yellow talisman fell on several corpses and suddenly burst into flames.

Yan Zhikong chanted sutras quietly and watched with a calm face.

Now that he has seen it, he just said that he would crush the bones and spread the ashes. Those dead souls can't do that, so of course he will be a good person and cremate them.

In the flames, evil spirits rolled inside a corpse, and a small insect emerged from the broken abdomen. The small insect made a sharp hissing sound in the flames, and was twisted and burned into carbon in an instant.

Amidst the roaring flames, someone in the distance wanted to get closer, but they didn't dare to get close.

When the flames began to dim, several people came over, and Yan Zhikong bowed slightly.

"I have cremated these people. According to their last wishes, I guess they don't want to be buried on land, so they might as well be scattered into the sea."

"Thank you, Taoist Master, for your advice." Someone thanked him.

"Supreme Taiyi, save Ku Tianzun." Yan Zhikong recited the holy name again.

Some people saw that Yan Zhikong seemed to be quite easy to talk to, so they had the courage to ask.

"Those dead souls..."

"Those dead souls are helpless. To be in the current situation, that fellow Taoist has tried his best. The obsession of those dead souls is too deep and cannot be resolved. When they finish what they want to do, they will naturally dissipate."

After Yan Zhikong finished speaking, he said nothing more.

When he saw the dead souls with his own eyes, he made up his mind to watch. No matter what the commotion was, he was not prepared to take action.

In short, you deserve it.

The question is that the poor Taoist is too shallow and can't do anything.

The few people next to them stopped talking. They had some conscience in their hearts, and they were still showing off. It was just that work was work and they had to show off.

The army of dead souls entered the big island. Not far away, there were more than 200 dead souls in the team.

The momentum of the entire team began to gradually increase, the yin energy became heavier and the resentment became heavier and heavier.

After walking for two hours, the number of souls in the soul team finally exceeded 10,000.

Such a huge gathering of grievances finally began to obviously affect the sky. The bright moon in the sky was covered up, and the yin energy rose, merged with the abundant water vapor here, and turned into black clouds covering the sky.

As he walked, Wen Yan paused, and the road ahead flickered in his eyes.

The road suddenly became very familiar.

It felt like a road to the underworld.

Wen Yan sensed it carefully and confirmed that it was the path to the underworld.

He stopped and stretched out his hand to signal the dead souls to stop.

Over ten thousand dead souls all stopped and waited quietly.

Wen Yan took a step on his own and stepped onto the road. The next moment, he appeared on the dark road, a feeling that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with it.

Even though this road surface is different from what he walks on every day, it looks like a simple country road.

He took a step back, and everything around him turned into an endless wilderness, losing all reference points.

Now it's done, it can be confirmed, it is the road to death.

Wen Yan closed his eyes, took a step back, and returned to the original place.

He looked at the road in front of him and said to himself, there are indeed talents in Nanyang. I don't know whose handiwork this is.

They did not dare to deal with these dead souls head-on, but they set up a means here. With the huge power brought by the gathering of dead souls, and their too strong resentment, they inspired the means buried here and directly inspired the underworld.

If these dead souls embark on a journey to the underworld, it is naturally impossible for them to come back.

And if the number of dead souls is not enough, it will not trigger the flash of ghosts.

It's just that they probably didn't expect that Wen Yan would go to hell more often than he would go to work by car.

Even with your eyes closed, you can be sure that this is the underworld as long as you sense the breath.

What's even more unfortunate is that Wen Yan, a living person, can easily enter this kind of field.

After entering, he was not afraid of getting lost and could come out directly.

Wen Yan looked at the road ahead and found no construction work.

He then took a detour and walked from the side of the road, and the dead souls naturally listened to him.

After walking only a few hundred meters, when passing by an intersection, I found that the intersection had obvious signs of new repairs.

Wen Yan looked at the fog around him and carefully checked outside the highway. There were no dark roads appearing in the other three directions of the intersection.

He crossed the guardrail from the side, entered the intersection, dug out the newly repaired part in the center of the intersection, and found a copper-green copper coin inside, with a standard round square hole, and two characters on it, like It's "half a pound".

Wen Yan dug out the copper coins and covered the dug place again.

He took out his cell phone, took a photo, and stuffed it directly into the black box.

The black box gives you the answer in seconds.

"Qin Banliang.

After Qin unified the six countries, it was the first truly unified currency in circulation. "

"Is there anything else?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Black Box answered.

"All relevant answers come from Qin Banliang."

Wen Yan thought for a while, took the copper coins, turned around and came to the back of the team, and found Yan Zhikong hanging far behind.

"Brother Yan, Taoist Master Yan, can you show me if you recognize this thing?"

"I dare not praise the Taoist priest." Yan Zhikong shook his head repeatedly, then took Qin Banliang and looked at it repeatedly.

"I'm not good at antiques, but this should be Qin Banliang. Judging from its charm, it should be genuine."

"Can you see anything else? I dug this out at the crossroads. Just now I saw a flash of the underworld, and I almost stepped into it."

"Eh..." Yan Zhikong took Qin Banliang and thought about it for a while, and said, "You said this, but I remembered that my master once told me a little allusion."

"Speaking."

"My ancestor once said that when Qin was conquering Chu, one of the Chu troops was marching forward. When a Chu army saw the flag of Lord Wu An, they fled in the wind.

During the pursuit, they encountered a mountain spirit road monster blocking the road and refused to retreat.

After taking down the mountain spirit road monster, I found out that the mountain spirit road monster was worshiped by the people of Chu, and they wanted to repay their kindness. They had also heard of Lord Wu'an's evil name and did not want Lord Wu'an's army to kill him.

Even if the Chu army had already fled at that time, they still wanted to give it a try. Even if they died, they would still be considered worthy of worship.

Lord Wu An felt that these mountain spirits and road monsters had such loyalty, so he did not kill them.

He promised that if they destroyed the city, they would not harm the local people.

At that time, they were given two Qin coins as a witness.

Later, that area was classified as Qin land, and there were still mountains and no roads.

Whenever the Qin army passes by, they only need to give one Qin half liang, and there will be an extra road.

Since then, there has been an allusion to buying road money.

But later, the money to buy the road extended to other meanings. "

"Well, buying road money means you really bought a road?" Wen Yan was a little surprised. Is this what he understood?

"Then I don't know. I just heard about it when I was a kid and thought it was interesting so I took note of it.

When I heard this story, it was my master who taught me to remember that eating people is soft-spoken and taking advantage of others is short-handed.

As for whether the story is true, I don't know. "

"Is this how you understand your story?"

"kindness."

Wen Yan looked at Qin Banliang and said to himself, even if this story is not true, there is still some truth in it.

This road money is 80% real.

But, can this money also buy a road in Nanyang?

I also bought the Road to the Underworld directly.

A bit outrageous, right?

Moreover, Black Box didn't even know about this, which proves that there should be no clear record in the Sun Department's database.

The black box is much more powerful than ordinary artificial intelligence. There is no way it can say it doesn't know about something so important.

So, who is the person who arranged this method here?

This guy is very knowledgeable, and he must know about Qin Banliang and the money to buy the road.

First, several magicians were tied to the port in order to prevent them from landing on the island.

After landing on the island for a while, this method was planted on a must-pass road.

I really don’t want those dead souls to land on the island.

Since the other party is so opposed and cares so much, it is even more important to go to the island.

You don't need to think about it to know that it is the people from the pawn shop, this big island, and their physical assets.

Wen Yan thought they were like chihuahuas. When they were far away, the dogs barked louder and wilder.

If they were close enough, the stick would hit their dog's head immediately, so they would immediately shut up and pretend to be dead.

It seems that they have hit their pain point now. They are so anxious that they dare not confront them head on, but they must try their best to prevent the souls from landing on the island.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and issued a task to Black Box.

"Find all the repaired intersections in Southeast Asia from yesterday to today."

"Your authority is not enough. This requires personal authorization and personal operation by the head of the headquarters."

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and called the headquarters director.

Isn't this very sensitive? Do you need such high authority?

He told the headquarters commander what happened, and the headquarters commander just responded.

Ten minutes later, a notification appeared on his phone.

From yesterday to today, there are a total of twenty-seven repairs at crossroads throughout Nanyang.

There were four more that matched the repaired location at the intersection in front of him.

All of these five places are not far from the port.

Those ports are all slightly larger ports.

The five places are on five different islands or peninsulas.

Wen Yan is now on one of the islands.

He looked carefully and compared it with the list. These five islands were also on his list of places to go.

There was one island that Yan Zhikong had visited before, and he had already saved the sorcerer there.

Since Yan Zhikong has already been there, why should he be on guard?

Guard against what?

Wen Yan thought for a while and put away his mobile phone. Why not make a plan?

The yin and mist here are thick, and the people outside, even if they are under surveillance, cannot see through the situation here.

Wen Yan still checked with an orthodox Taoist priest like Yan Zhikong. Yan Zhikong said that it must be impossible to see through. This is not a simple mist. It is Yin Qi and resentment, combined with the too strong water vapor here. It can be seen even with thermal imaging. Do not wear a few meters.

Even if he had opened his magical eyes, he could see through at most ten meters.

After confirming this, Wen Yan buried the Qin Ban Liang back again.

He called Feng Wei again and consulted professionals to confirm that there was no problem.

He said goodbye to Yan Zhikong and asked him to help pay attention to the reaction here.

Another task was issued to Black Box.

Then Wen Yan led the army of dead souls onto this road, asking all the dead souls to follow him.

Sure enough, the road began to flicker, and the underworld was activated. Wen Yan stepped into the underworld, and the army of dead souls on the road also entered the underworld and disappeared.

Gradually, the fog that shrouded the area for several miles gradually dissipated, and the changes in the celestial phenomena caused by the sky also dissipated.

Tens of thousands of resentful souls all disappeared.

On the way, Wen Yan took out an oil lamp from his bag and lit it with Yang energy.

He held the oil lamp with one hand and held the little dead soul with the other hand, walking on the dark road. Behind him were the densely packed dead souls, holding one of the little dead souls' hands, one by one, walking on the dark road.

Outside, the news that the fog dissipated and the souls of the dead disappeared was quickly confirmed by those who had been watching.

Yan Zhikong said honestly that he could only see the souls walking around but could not sense them.

When the people behind him came, Yan Zhikong was still pretending to calculate something, which made people look confused, but when asked, he couldn't calculate anything.

He really didn't figure it out. He didn't know where Wen Yan got the courage to go to the underworld or why.

When he went down the mountain, one of the things he was ordered not to do was not to take the underworld.

On the other side, in the same room, the old man opened the door.

"Boss, it has been confirmed that all the dead souls have disappeared, but the warrior named Wen Yan has also disappeared, which is a bit troublesome."

“Don’t worry about the Blood Forest, let it attract everyone’s attention.

Focus on a few places to speed up construction.

All must be built within three months.

The old immortal who told Ami had taken so many benefits from me, and he had to contribute. "

The young man flicked his fingers, and a piece of gold foil chocolate with obviously more exquisite packaging than those sent to China fell into the old man's hands.

“It’s a bonus to do a great job this time.”

"Thank you boss, I'll do it right away." The old man got the gold foil chocolate, and his cloudy eyes became clear. This one is for a year, not the ones sent to China.

Just when they thought that the matter was settled, they started to wrap things up and start doing other things, people from all over the place began to gather their hands, and people from the Nanyang Alliance began to prepare how to argue with the Lieyang Department.

A full 1,700 kilometers away from the Galli Island where Wen Yan disappeared just now, there is another large island.

On a dim road not far from a crossroads, a weak but penetrating firelight emerged, and a rich yin energy emerged. The abundant water vapor here was stimulated and began to condense into mist rapidly, covering the place.

In the sky, water vapor began to condense into clouds, blocking the starlight and moonlight here.

In the thick fog, Wen Yan held an oil lamp in one hand, as if appearing out of thin air on the road.